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Ben Jatos

Night Fight

The Legos hurt the most.

Stack four of them on top of each other

and let fly at 95 miles an hour.

THWACK

Mass and sharp edges right in the chest.

 

4 boys between 10 and 14.

Shirtless so the cuts and bruises would show

after the war.

 

No light allowed.

Curtains closed and clipped shut.

Towels shoved under the door so no light could enter.

Pitch black.

 

We would use anything available.

Like the homeless men with their shopping carts,

so too were we with our arsenal.

 

Blocks of wood, hardback books, an alarm clock,

the remote control, hot wheels, baseball gloves,

dice, metal spoons, frisbees, Ginger Snaps

were all thrown in the dark.

 

Once Luke, the youngest, found an old 

20-pound, yellow, solid metal

Tonka Truck.

He delivered it with desperate force onto my back,

knocking the air from my lungs, 

sending me face first into the hard wall.

My nose was bloodied, 

My ribs were crushed,

My eyes were leaking,

My spirit was flying.

 


Ben Jatos is a high school English teacher who writes when he is caught up with his grading. He has been published in Slice Magazine, Moonchild Magazine and a few others.